Edward looked at the list in front of him and felt as if his intelligence was being rubbed against the ground.
'Heartache' is a list?
What about the signature dish you promised?
Can this be eaten?
Give me something to eat and see!
fxxk!
Huchi, wheeze.
Edward suppressed the words that were about to burst out from his chest again, and watched with wide eyes as the waiter placed the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef with a smile.
"Madam, your 'lover's tears'."
The female pastry chef looked blankly at the smiling messenger, then stupidly picked it up and took a sip.
Then, he exclaimed——
“So spicy!”
“There’s mustard in it!”
As she spoke, the female pastry chef couldn't help but shed tears.
The waiter's smile did not change.
He took a few steps back and stood at the door.
"I wish you all a pleasant meal."
After saying that, he withdrew and closed the door of the private room tightly.
Unable to bear it any longer, Edward roared.
"Black shop!"
“Bad review!”
"I want to complain!"
The sound echoed in the room.
However, the good sound insulation did not allow any yelling to be heard.
You can't hear the sound of water flowing outside here, and similarly, you can't hear the roaring sound here.
After cursing for three full minutes, Edward stopped and started breathing heavily.
The female pastry chef looked at Jason, who was expressionless, and then at Edward, who was breathing heavily. She thought she should liven up the atmosphere.
"Well...it's a nice layout. I can see that the boss here is very experienced."
The female pastry chef said softly.
Crunch.
The spoon in Jason's hand was bent.
Edward stood up with red eyes and walked out.
He wanted an explanation.
He opened the door and found the waiter standing at the door.
"I'll bring you some food."
After saying that, he turned sideways and let out the three waiters behind him who were carrying dinner plates.
This time there was no longer a silver cover, and Edward could clearly see the three steaks, soup and bread.
Edward frowned and moved out of the way.
The price of three steaks is different from 66 yuan, but it’s still better than a glass of water, right?
So, this is dinner?
Was it just a joke?
Edward thought and began to comfort himself.
After returning to the dining table, Edward looked at Jason with an awkward but impolite smile on his face.
"Surprise, right?"
Jason didn't answer, just frowned and looked at the food in front of him.
The smell of decay and mixed fragrance became stronger and stronger.
It just came from the food in front of me.
The female pastry chef suddenly remembered something.
“Is there a 20% service charge for private rooms in Almeida Restaurant?”
The female pastry chef asked the waiter.
"yes."
The waiter smiled and nodded.
Sweet smile and perfect manners.
The smile that Edward tried so hard to maintain disappeared again.
66+66x0,2=79.2!
Compared to the 4-5 yuan charge for an ordinary steak, it can be said to be extremely expensive.
Edward, who had felt a little comforted just now, now felt that the owner of Almeda Restaurant was a complete profiteer, and such a person should be shot.
Grief and anger turn into appetite.
Edward had just picked up the fork and was about to reach for the steak when Jason suddenly spoke.
"etc."
Edward looked puzzled at Jason who picked up the plate and smelled it carefully.
"What's wrong?"
Edward asked.
"I smelled numbness and shells inside, mixed with some things I couldn't confirm."
"If you don't want any abnormalities in your body, I suggest you don't eat it."
Jason finally remembered these familiar smells.
There are a few guys under the old man who are very keen on these things.
Thanks Jason.
Every time, I would avoid it in advance.
But the residual smell was still hard for him to accept.
"What?"
Edward stood up.
After confirming that Jason was not joking, the man's face suddenly became serious.
He showed his police officer ID card directly to the waiter.
"I want to meet your chef and boss."
Looking at Edward's police ID card, the waiter could no longer maintain his smile.
“The chef is in the chef’s lounge.”
"The boss left this morning and hasn't come back yet."
"I'll call the chef for you."
After saying that, the waiter walked out.
Edward immediately followed him alertly, and made a gesture to Jason to call the police.
As for why not hint to the female pastry chef?
I guess I instinctively think Jason is more reliable.
Edward followed the waiter towards the chef's lounge, while Jason looked at the female pastry chef.
"Go call the police."
There is a telephone in the Almeida restaurant.
The female pastry chef ran over and dialed the phone directly——
"Hello, hello, I am..."
"It's you again?"
The operator lady instantly recognized the voice of the female pastry chef.
"Did something happen again at No. 15 Wandoujiao Road?"
the operator lady asked.
"No, not Pea Corner Road."
"It's the Amida Restaurant on Sausage Street."
"Mr. Edward asked me to call the police."
said the female pastry chef.
"Director Edward?"
"good."
"I see."
The female operator's voice immediately became serious.
After hanging up the phone, the female pastry chef stood there slightly disappointed.
She thought that there was really food that could bring happiness to people.
turn out to be……
I just used that illegal drug.
The female pastry chef suddenly felt angry again when she thought about food contaminated by illegal drugs.
"Those who waste food will definitely be punished..."
"Ahhhhh!"
Before the thoughts in my heart could fully emerge, a scream suddenly sounded.
This scream was not blocked by the room, nor did it have any restraint. It directly overwhelmed the melodious music in the restaurant.
The diners put down their tableware one after another and subconsciously looked towards the place where the scream came from.
The same goes for female pastry chefs.
scarlet!
In the chef's room on one side of the hall, blood was everywhere.
A man wearing a chef's uniform fell into a pool of blood.
The female pastry chef saw it.
Naturally other people saw it too.
Moreover, without the 'experience' of the female pastry chef in the morning, these people would not be able to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
therefore--
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
Screams came and went.
Some guests even stood up and prepared to leave.
"Don't move!"
"I'm a police officer!"
"Everyone go back to their original positions."
Edward held up his gun and police ID card and shouted.
There was silence in the hall, and the panicked guests sat down again.
Jason appeared in the chef's room when he screamed for the first time. His body was crawling face down on the ground, his clothes were neat, and there was a gash on the back of his head, which was fatal.
The room was a little messy, but there was no clear murder weapon.
The corpse was still warm to the touch, and there were no signs of dead spots or rigor mortis.
The windows of the room were closed, and the door was also closed when entering.
Jason instinctively searched for information.
At this moment, a suspicious voice suddenly came -
